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There is an older man that I dream of. He has kind eyes and laugh lines. Slightly unkempt whiskers rim a half smile. He is attentive yet withdrawn. A watcher. His gait is steady and unrushed; he is bound to the whim which spurs his soul. His presence is subtle but rarely escapes notice. He smirks silently as he walks through memories without motion. His words, while few, are deliberate. His touch, while gentle, is firm. He is a friend to many and a companion to few; a lover to fewer still. To strangers he seems somber. And in some ways he is. For he has tempered his love for solitude; at a cost he may never know. Eyes closed, he bows his head and I am awake.

July 13, 2018

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Up. Up. I strain my eyes against the endless sky seeking shapes in clouds, painted lines of silver rim these alabaster dreams. I can feel the wind rise soft against my back, urging me forward, one stumbling step at a time, as I catch my stride. Up. Up I bend, towards horizons well beyond my view. The rumble of thunder warns me that I am not without peril. That the path I have chosen comes with its dues. It is this awareness that gives me pause. Like Lot, I must deny the urge to look back. I must seek refuge in the cave of my thoughts; that which has become my home. And so upward I bend, upon my shoulders I rise, towards peaks and inevitable valleys I strive. Up. Up. I will crest the heavens, I will nestle among the stars. As long as I live I shall climb. If my back should break, let me lay my face towards the sky, that it may pique my ceaseless wonder. And when my time comes, I will give my last breath to the wind, begging it to take me higher still. Up. Up. Forever upward.

July 06, 2018

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July 04, 2018

I was born on U.S. soil.
Therefore I am an American.
I was born into a christian family.
Therefore I am a believer.
I was born into a home in crisis.
Therefore I am troubled.
I was born as a bastard.
I was born below the poverty line.
Therefore I am in need.
Therefore I lack identity.
I was born into anger.
Therefore I am spiteful.
I was born into fear.
Therefore I am unsteady.
I was born under a Virgo sun.
Therefore I am critical.
I was born in generation Y.
Therefore I am detached.
I was born into a society
that predetermined my path.

But I am an anomaly.

I will transcend the statistics.
I will transcend my birth.
I will transcend my death.

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We are all products of dysfunction; sentience congealed from the very essence of entropy. We are the shepherds of order among intransigent chaos. And so within the fray we seek higher meaning. We search for substance within the void; summoning faith within the shadow of nihilism. Thus it is neccessary for us to weigh our thoughts upon the brevity life; to be a reticent seeker of reason, of hope, of love. And in doing so bring order to ourselves and those who's lives give us meaning.

June 29, 2018

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Our homes are often a reflection of our state of mind. The cluttered countertops and heaps of laundry. Things, endless things, strewn about, out of place or never needed. These insubstantial substances that fill our lives but bring nothing to it. We… — Our homes are often a reflection of our state of mind. The cluttered countertops and heaps of laundry. Things, endless things, strewn about, out of place or never needed. These insubstantial substances that fill our lives but bring nothing to it. We fumble about in the dark, knocking toes and mouthing curses at their presence as if we hadn't put them there to begin with. For some this may even bring them comfort. Surrounded by such semblance of meaning that they remain hidden. Buried. Safe from the inquisitive world. Safe from themselves. Clean up your house. Rid yourself of that which does not fulfill you. Embrace nothingness as space for your heart and mind to expand. Do this, and every space you inhabit will feel like home.

June 26, 2018

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One cannot reflect the beauty around them unless they have seen their beauty within. Purify your water so that the light may shine through and all that is seen is a prism of beauty; of you.

June 18, 2018

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There are those who seek to bend the balance so that they may be seen amidst the raging water. Those hollow hearts with their concave smiles, creating rifts that turn into whirlpools; they steal the breath from the trusted few so that they may remai… — There are those who seek to bend the balance so that they may be seen amidst the raging water. Those hollow hearts with their concave smiles, creating rifts that turn into whirlpools; they steal the breath from the trusted few so that they may remain beneath the surface. But they are powerless against the tide. For there are mightier forces that bend to balance the discordant. They are the silent guardians of the sacred harmony. And they will steady your swells into glass.

June 12, 2018

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I'm learning to be still without anticipation. Without the dissonance that gives rise to fear. How strange a being I have been, to see happiness as a wager against sorrow. Borrowed. But never bought. I'm trying to undo this belief. To accept that the sublime is something that can be maintained. To accept happiness, once felt, as already earned.

June 10, 2018

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Before every smile that has ever been,
Every tear that was ever shed,
Every knee that was ever bent,
Every arm that has held a friend,
Before your lungs bore your breath,
And the warmth that shared your bed,
Before every tongue that sang your name,
And every touch that silenced shame,
Before all pride, before all pain,
Before all powers that stole its claim
There was love.
Before all.
Above all.
There was love.
Forever there will be
Love.
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This weekend I had the privilege of shooting one of my best friends engagement to her beloved. I watched this romance blossom from the very beginning and I witnessed one of the purest and most poignant loves I've ever encountered. May we all learn to choose love above all. #keepers #pride

June 06, 2018

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I saw your ghost on Esplanade.
She was with a man I once knew.
They walked with the vigor
of indestructible youth.
There was hope in their smiles
and dreams of the miles
they'd some day be wandering through.
But soon they vanished
and I began to wonder
what memories would ensue.
I stopped my thoughts,
at the corner cafe,
and walked away from you.

June 05, 2018

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